Hello! :) This is just a short story I came up with. America is probably about 4 or 5 here. None of the Hetalia characters belong to me. Thanks for reading; I hope you enjoy it.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!" America shouted, jumping on England's bed and narrowly missing landing on his leg.
England groaned and pulled the now-messy covers over his head.
"England!" America hissed, growing impatient, "It's Christmas! Santa came!"
Or Finland.
"Alright, alright, I'm up," he said groggily, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. It was still dark outside. Seriously, the sky wasn't even that weird smokey-gray color that hinted that the sun was about to rise.
"Well then come on!" America grabbed England's arm and literally pulled him out of bed and onto the cold wooden floor. He landed with an unhealthy sounding thud on his back.
"I said I was coming!" he hissed, not meaning to sound so harsh on Christmas on all days, but honestly - ow!
"Get up!" America persisted, too excited to notice anything that didn't pertain to Christmas, up to and including the fact that he had just knocked the wind out of his caretaker. England sighed and pushed himself off of the floor, creaking beneath his hands. If he didn't, he would likely be dragged down the stairs by America, who could lift up a bison for goodness sake! Standing, as it would turn out, didn't save him from being brutally tugged down the stairs by an overexcited toddler. How did anyone have this kind of energy at 6:45 in the morning? He nearly tripped over his own feet trying to keep up with the kid as he ran down the stairwell.
"Alright America," England yawned, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the tree. It was truly elegant: tall and lush and green, glittering with little ornaments and beads strung around it. It was almost worth being woken up at outrageous hours of the morning just to see it again...almost. Not that America noticed the tree, which he had seen several times every day the past month. He was more interested in what was under it. England picked up a present wrapped in brown speckled paper and a glossy green ribbon. "This one is yours."
America shook his head, tangled blonde hair bouncing around. "Open this first." He held out a piece of paper folded tightly into a square that seemingly came from nowhere. A bow was drawn messily on it in red ink and not-quite dry glue oozed out from the sides to keep it from unfolding.
"Oh...is this for me?" America nodded, smiling. "I made it."
England smiled and opened it, the paper tearing ever so slightly where it was glued, even though the glue was still gooey and stuck to his fingers as well as the paper when he tried to unfold it.
"It's," he said, unfolding the final fold and looking at what was in it, probably a drawing of some sort. "... a bill." It was a bill he had to pay for some doctor's visit ages ago. A bill that was quite late now, he might add. England stared up over the paper at the wide-eyed America, mouth hanging open ever so slightly.
"Do you like it?" he asked, unsure.
"I-" England looked back down at the bill. This would take some explaining to sort out later. Why did America take a bill off of his desk, draw a bow on it, and give it to him anyway? England was always up late doing paperwork. Maybe America thought he liked doing paper work? As if. Who knew why little kids did these sort of things.
"I love it," England said, laughing slightly.
America smiled from ear to ear. "I knew you would!"
Hope you enjoyed reading! Any constructive criticism and/or reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks again! :)